The Negotiator

It's apple-picking season, and Little Miss and I were out doing it.  She was up in a tree, I was firmly on the ground.

Reagan: "Mom, how much will you pay me to pick these apples?"
Mom: "Well, yesterday I told you I would pay you $5 for a garbage bag full."
Reagan: "No.  I want to be paid by the apple."
Mom: "Fine.  I will pay you $.03 an apple."
Reagan: "No.  $.10 an apple."
Mom: "No, $.03.  You have to negotiate a better price."
Reagan: "What's negotiate mean?"
Mom: "It means to compromise in a way that we're both satisfied with.  I want to pay you 3 cents, you want 10 cents.  So you should find a price in between that I'm willing to pay."
Reagan: "We're both fine with 10 cents.  There.  Deal.  I win."

She's a tough negotiator.  I have to admit.  I was ready to say ZERO cents really quickly, but she was too cute and I caved.  Plus, I realized that she went for the biggest apples possible to fill her bag, which meant that $.10 an apple was actually cheaper than the $5 a bag I'd originally offered her.  See... a deal with both can live with!

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Growing Up: New Skill Edition

Reagan asked me to teach her how to curl her hair.  She did a beautiful job!  Her hair being what it is (thin, straight, and fragile), thanks to that heritage from her mother, the curls did not last more than five minutes.  But they sure looked cute for those first few moments!

Summer Crafting

Reagan is my little crafter.  She got it in her head that she MUST make a bunny out a sock, and, given that I remember doing the same thing when I was her age, we made it happen.